That was damn quick. Now I feel compelled to post something new, although it's not yet been a week.
Thanks for the input, guys. Selection A pretty much won by a landslide. Just tell me when you get sick of the new one, now ...
This morning's dream:
D and I are on vacation, we're visiting my Dad's side of the family in his new huge house.
It's set up like a split-level Victorian with white moulding and classy/creaky hardwood floors. Lots of light and the paint job is SF quirky. I'm impressed with the job my dad did in his living room -- it's a crazy yet controlled combination of wildly patterned wallpaper and vibrant paint colors applied in a sort of macro-pointillist manner. It reminds me of the way light might roll off a wet dragon's scales ... It's a texture lover's dream. My dad has never been so hip.
I've plopped myself on the oversized couch in this room, along with multiple other relatives I haven't seen in a while. Some I've never met before, others have been dead for quite some time. I'm happy we're all together and it's interesting to see Bac-bac sitting placidly against such a backdrop of paisley. She's wearing a somber black beret, a grey tunic, and props herself up on a walking cane.
A few minutes later I realize it's taken a while for D to come up and join us. I get up and search the house for him. The first room I come to is downstairs and to the left. It actually belongs to a new renter of my dad's, a student; the door is closed, but she's not supposed to be home anyway, so I open the door.
She's home, alright. And she's naked, and glistening with her mouth making little o's and from the sound of it, in the middle of finishing something of the utmost urgency with D.
All I think is What the fuck? And I walk out.
He joins me later (a little too later), and grins as casual as you like. He jumps right back into it an ordinary, lovely life between the two of us as though he just got back from the laundromat and it took a little longer than usual, sorry Im late, but now its time for a nice dinner with my faithful girl, and isnt the laundry smelling so fresh today?
My stomach drops and it occurs to me that he knows that I know. I tell him to get the fuck out, to leave, to go back to her because he wont be coming back with me.
Nonplussed, he argues that we agreed on this. We always wanted more lovers in our bed, did we not? Yes, and this is how it goes. So he accompanies me as though the whole world has not fallen from under my feet, he talks to me as though Ive simply misunderstood.
I cant get rid of him. Since Im visiting my family weve got an itinerary to follow, and he remembers each activity. He finds us in the street in Chinatown on a tourist run, follows me up a steep gutter, chatting with me along the way as though we came together. My family has no idea hes not supposed to be with us, so the younger children sing songs with him and they all end up walking ahead of me, whistling merrily, holding hands in Snap-the-Whip formation.
He walks alongside me into an opera house, dressed up and with his ticket bought beforehand. I cant do anything except be silent and angry and hiss Leave me alone in between acts.
...
I woke up during the part where I pulled him into a side room to state expressly how he fucked up and why. I was doing that thing you do in dreams where you are going to beat the shit out of someone but all your movements are soft and slow and your fists dont make much contact, like youre underwater, and even your yelling and screaming abuse cant be heard
I almost wanted to go back to sleep to continue my onslaught. I guess sometimes girls are vengeful like that, in jilted dreams. Thankfully though, I remembered a much better reality and got out of bed to attend to it.
She says "Wake up, it's no use pretending"
I'll keep stealing, breathing her
Birds are leaving over autumn's ending
One of us will die inside these arms
Eyes wide open, naked as we came
One will spread our ashes round the yard
She says "If I leave before you, darling
Don't you waste me in the ground"
I lay smiling like our sleeping children
One of us will die inside these arms
Eyes wide open, naked as we came
One will spread our ashes round the yard
Good morning, everyone. How did you sleep last night?
Thanks for the input, guys. Selection A pretty much won by a landslide. Just tell me when you get sick of the new one, now ...
This morning's dream:
D and I are on vacation, we're visiting my Dad's side of the family in his new huge house.
It's set up like a split-level Victorian with white moulding and classy/creaky hardwood floors. Lots of light and the paint job is SF quirky. I'm impressed with the job my dad did in his living room -- it's a crazy yet controlled combination of wildly patterned wallpaper and vibrant paint colors applied in a sort of macro-pointillist manner. It reminds me of the way light might roll off a wet dragon's scales ... It's a texture lover's dream. My dad has never been so hip.
I've plopped myself on the oversized couch in this room, along with multiple other relatives I haven't seen in a while. Some I've never met before, others have been dead for quite some time. I'm happy we're all together and it's interesting to see Bac-bac sitting placidly against such a backdrop of paisley. She's wearing a somber black beret, a grey tunic, and props herself up on a walking cane.
A few minutes later I realize it's taken a while for D to come up and join us. I get up and search the house for him. The first room I come to is downstairs and to the left. It actually belongs to a new renter of my dad's, a student; the door is closed, but she's not supposed to be home anyway, so I open the door.
She's home, alright. And she's naked, and glistening with her mouth making little o's and from the sound of it, in the middle of finishing something of the utmost urgency with D.
All I think is What the fuck? And I walk out.
He joins me later (a little too later), and grins as casual as you like. He jumps right back into it an ordinary, lovely life between the two of us as though he just got back from the laundromat and it took a little longer than usual, sorry Im late, but now its time for a nice dinner with my faithful girl, and isnt the laundry smelling so fresh today?
My stomach drops and it occurs to me that he knows that I know. I tell him to get the fuck out, to leave, to go back to her because he wont be coming back with me.
Nonplussed, he argues that we agreed on this. We always wanted more lovers in our bed, did we not? Yes, and this is how it goes. So he accompanies me as though the whole world has not fallen from under my feet, he talks to me as though Ive simply misunderstood.
I cant get rid of him. Since Im visiting my family weve got an itinerary to follow, and he remembers each activity. He finds us in the street in Chinatown on a tourist run, follows me up a steep gutter, chatting with me along the way as though we came together. My family has no idea hes not supposed to be with us, so the younger children sing songs with him and they all end up walking ahead of me, whistling merrily, holding hands in Snap-the-Whip formation.
He walks alongside me into an opera house, dressed up and with his ticket bought beforehand. I cant do anything except be silent and angry and hiss Leave me alone in between acts.
...
I woke up during the part where I pulled him into a side room to state expressly how he fucked up and why. I was doing that thing you do in dreams where you are going to beat the shit out of someone but all your movements are soft and slow and your fists dont make much contact, like youre underwater, and even your yelling and screaming abuse cant be heard
I almost wanted to go back to sleep to continue my onslaught. I guess sometimes girls are vengeful like that, in jilted dreams. Thankfully though, I remembered a much better reality and got out of bed to attend to it.
She says "Wake up, it's no use pretending"
I'll keep stealing, breathing her
Birds are leaving over autumn's ending
One of us will die inside these arms
Eyes wide open, naked as we came
One will spread our ashes round the yard
She says "If I leave before you, darling
Don't you waste me in the ground"
I lay smiling like our sleeping children
One of us will die inside these arms
Eyes wide open, naked as we came
One will spread our ashes round the yard
Good morning, everyone. How did you sleep last night?
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In mine, they always end with Julia Childs strangling me with piano wire. Or there's the one where I am riding in the back of a streetcar and Jay and Silent Bob get on and sit next to me. Jay is telling me theories about September 11th and Bob is playing with a GameBoy. Then Big bird and Joseph Stalin arrive holding hands announcing that they are lovers. I look down at my pants only to see that they are covered in grape jelly.
Basically, engaged couple, woman says they should sow their wild oats for a bit before the wedding, etc, etc...
Decently mindless and a few nice titties =)